Jo, Shemale Goddess! Part 2

"So where are you two boys off to?" Fred stepped back, assured that Alan had received his message loud and clear.

"We're going to my flat, Fred. Step on the gas!"

Fred gave Alan one more flint-eyed stare before he unlocked the doors and let them into the taxi.

Alan was so unnerved by Fred, when Jo tried to kiss him, he hastily checked to see if the driver was watching them.

"Forget about Fred," Jo instructed, rubbing her hand over the fat bulge of Alan's groin. "He's paying attention to the road, you pay attention to me."

Alan relaxed a bit and kissed Jo back when she tried again, but she sensed that he wasn't going to loosen up until they got to the privacy of her flat.

"So, what do you do for a living, Fred?" Jo asked, finally peeling her lips off his. She was so horny she had hoped to have them both primed by the time they got to her flat, but Alan was too uptight with Fred in such close proximity.

He'd better be worth her restraint!

"I work for the BBC—one of those photographers behind the scenes that no one sees."

"Wow! That must be exciting!"

"It can be. You get used to it after a while. Well, you get used to most of it. I still get star struck when I meet famous people sometimes and I still get affected when people are hurt or killed, especially children."

"I worked as a stylist for GMTV about four years ago," Jo told him. "The money was great, but I only lasted three weeks. The early hours cramped my style. I partied all night, got home, had a shower and got dressed for work. I would have been dead if I hadn't quit that job."

"Is that how you met Eboneé?"

"No. I was doing hair and makeup for a diva called Manda Trent who got through the second round of X-Factor and started acting like she'd won the show. Her voice wasn't all that, but she knew how to work the crowd. She would have gone further if she hadn't sung 'Hero' and forgotten that she wasn't Mariah! Simon loved her because she was a real drama queen and good for the ratings.